I met up with some college friends last weekend. The original plan for breakfast was moved to lunch for the obvious reason that this is the age of sleep deprivation and no one wants to leave the bed -- to eat -- very early in the morning. I don’t know what on earth breakfast is and I don’t know what it looks like,...
As a mother, I have enjoyed my fair share of compliments, and even have shamefully hankered for more assurances being the dosha-troubled human being that I can be sometimes. Family and friends have thrown an imaginary ‘supermom’ sash on me for choosing to homeschool and for raising two young people away from the traditions of school. I blush when somebody pats me on...
